From the jumpseat then, letting the overwhelming "feelings" still in camera shots explaining "what's up?".
"Hopelessness is despair."
"Despair is a sin. It's disobeying God who sent us Jesus."
Flags curtly wagon-circled.
"It was the civilians," someone explained to (i)needed to happen yesterday(i) elders, (i)greatest generation(i).
"They're freaking out 'cuz they don't (i)believe(i) there are all those troops."
"Take the photos."
"But you don't understand."
"I understand very well." Diminished light from another room caught the woman's face in a sort of pinhole. The rifle butt bruise taking on a shape bigger and more serious than the hockey stick shape being fought about as people may have fought over an only log cabin on the Old West frontier.
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